Today, I briefly stopped in the neighborhood where I used to live. Not for long—John and I were just stopping at the pharmacy. However, when I got there, I was automatically overwhelmed with a feeling of nostalgia.
I wasn’t quite sure why I was overtaken so strongly. Perhaps it was because my life was simpler when I lived there. I was young, with less responsibilities and a whole lot more free time. Was this really it, though?
Maybe it was just because this place that I used to pass every day had completely escaped my consciousness until this exact moment.